you only fuck me when youre drunk
you only fuck me when you're drunk
that's okay
i only feel alive when i'm asleep anyway
maybe if i had one ounce of creativity
i could
get out of this fucking city
if we didn't feel so empty
i could
maybe take you with me
the work day slips into a year
i dont know
what it cost to be here
dying in this world is fighting battles
we can't win
theres no love lost here or to begin
keep making excuses to stay alive
promise me
your world cannot be mine
you only want to fuck me when you're drunk
it's okay
i'd only love you when you're asleep anyway
From one bleeding heart to another
You're not just a
lost and empty soul
longing to feel something
You're a beautiful and gentle soul
with a bleeding heart
You and I are a different breed
You stay awake to avoid the nightmares
I close my eyes to escape the nightmare
We hide acoustics in our closets
instead of skeletons
I know that when I let these
tears of highly flammable liquid fall,
You'll use a match as a pen
to write me words sweeter than honey
and reignite the dying embers
You're a true wordsmith
who bleeds words
You think in poetry
And know the difference
between sympathy and empathy
We survived the war
All that's left to do
is rebuild the town
that was once painted black,
and find that happy place
we writers dream about
With each other's help
we'll get there one day
And know that in me,
you'll always have a friend
Suicide By Snuggling
I will taste the orchestra of your breath
and drink the dripping melody
that rings within your vision as
I hang my future from your lashes.
with a tinge of pain we'll smile
from the deep. my head sunk
into your chest, counting tides
and dreaming to the heavy ticks
of relevance, imagining
I can stay here in the warmth
until we die within
this beautiful comfort.
